Right. That. Except she hadn’t, had she? She didn’t think she was being unreasonable here, but who knew? Where Keiran was concerned, her emotions flip-flopped all over the place. People were still talking about his foolish joke in that article. Fine. It was just a selfie. Even with a public apology posted on his social media, this wasn’t just going to die down. Trinis loved a good gossip, and if posing with Keiran would squash it, she’d do it.

“Okay, a quick one, then I gotta get back to my monstrosity.” She indicated the misshapen crown on the floor then scooted over, so they were close enough to both fit in the photo. Her bare shoulder brushed his. She registered his warm skin against hers, all too aware of his bare arm in that sleeveless basketball jersey. His face was close as he angled the phone for the shot.

“Big smiles,” he prompted before taking the photo. He looked at his phone before showing her. “Does it have the Sugar Queen’s approval?”

“Yeah.” It would do. His flower crown had slipped down to a jaunty angle, and she was sort of smiling, but Keiran had his full-on stunner grin going, and it brightened the entire mood of the photo. She realized abruptly that this was their first selfie. Hell, the first photo they’d ever willingly taken together.

“Huh.” Keiran looked down at the photo again. “I think this is our first one together in ever.”

Was he a mind reader now? “Was just thinking the same thing,” she admitted.

There were photos from their teen days where they were both present, but they’d always had people between them. They never stood together for group shots. Cherisse had been irritated enough that Keiran hung out with people she actually liked, which meant she was forced to see him sometimes. So when they’d all gone out as a group, it was easier to ignore him.

“Feels like I should frame this momentous occasion. History in the making.” Keiran chuckled, which then made Cherisse look down at his mouth. His scruff framed his lips, made them look enticing. Biteable. Which, in turn, made her realize how close they were still sitting and how very still Keiran had gone. Whoaaaa K. She needed to get back to flower crown-making and abort this line of thinking.

“Hey, the gang’s all here,” Remi called out from the front door. Cherisse scooted back over to her spot just as Remi came in, followed by Reba, Maxine, Scott, Julia, Eric, and Ava. The last two carried several bags. “I bribed Reba with baked treats so she’d help. So, at some point, you’ll need to make some.” Remi plopped down next to Cherisse.

“She can make her own, though,” Cherisse pointed out, thankful for their timing. Uncomfortable with the direction her thoughts had been taking, the interruption was welcomed. The only thing she should be thinking about Keiran’s mouth was how punchable it was. Lips looking so soft and plump. Perfect for punching. Yup. So punchable.